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| The Following is an extremely long argument between two well known Bo'nessians about their upcoming rival bands. The disturbing lines which follow were published here at both members requests. Their names have been changed for security reasons but it can be revealed that these two persons have had rivalry in the past. Little time and effort has been made to cover the identity of the two persons involved. |
| The Argument! |
| Abab The China Man (7:11 PM) : fuck u muthafucka. ya stink of shit and ure a sucki sucka Tom The Tall Guy (7:12 PM) : you're hallucinating brother, you're in cloud cuckoo land im from vale mark 2, remember them bitch? theyre your favourite band Abab The China Man (7:14 PM) : nuh uh beeatch. we all know babas band are the ones to watch vm2 aint nuffin, i spit on em, they suck cock, we all no whose band rocks Tom The Tall Guy (7:15 PM) : i own the air that you breathe i wear ma heart on ma sleeve the flames are rising higher and you better believe you better tell me what i want to hear, start naming names fucker you aint got no band, you aint even got one planned you got your goddamn head in the sand cos when it comes to rock we are the gods of noise, and you aint nothing but a couple of little boys Abab The China Man (7:21 PM) : hey i gotta band.. just another level that worms cant understand we are the renegades of rock weel sail of, leev u bitchs standin at the dock you call us boys? i call u cockarotch, worm, get some bring ure little flames, when push comes to shove, we know what to make of ure claims vale are stale, the pale in comparison to babas band..a gift from god own hand.. Tom The Tall Guy (7:22 PM) : iv got the life you;d liek to lead, rock n roll excesses are ma treasure, the ladies i bring pleasure i dont need speed cos i gots ma music to get me going, this boat is moving but i aint rowing please son, your weakness is showing, now go home and quit blowing Tom The Tall Guy (7:25 PM) : hell bitch, you take too long to reply, so shut up and make this ur last goodbye at least u tried, quite while ur ahead, before i permanently fuck up ur head Abab The China Man (7:26 PM) : ill blow u outer the water, ya fucker u just cant handle us, cant hold a candle to us get ure ass on that bus, u go home, an sit by that fone, hoping for that gig, that never happened, u better beleev ure dreams have been flattend got the power from above, we bring the world love n fate, its our fate. go home and sit by that fone.. one day someone mite even thro u a bone Tom The Tall Guy (7:30 PM) : ur all talk brother, at least i walk u talk about ur band, well goddamn they should be banned the gig will happen my dreams are my destiny, even u know it sucka u are a mere accesory, im the real deal, a neccesity, im fed up with ur hateful obsesity r u too stupid to understand? this matter is out of ma hand give it up, ma phone is ringing, and u r just clinging a dream thats long gone, u r only a pawn Abab The China Man (7:34 PM) : my head aint scared of u, maybe my ass is , u penis pusher i have no respect for u, u aint even got a future so get some cheepies while u can, i dont expect worms to understand u cannot comprehend, so dont even try to pretend that uve got a clue i gotta use for u, why dont u come here and kiss my ass, u punkass ill make u rue, the day that u ever tried to deny my supremacy over u fuckin chaza, pig that dont fly st8, thats my name for u, ure dreams have left u behind, its too late and it seems bitterness seeps into all the thing u say and do, i pity u Tom The Tall Guy (7:39 PM) : u try to get personal, but i stick to the facts you're like a fish out of water, out o ya depth go back to ur lake and get ur head down again i dont wan2 c u surface for another 10 years if u do itll only end in tears, i bring ur worst fears i dont have to say im better, cos thats just a given hell if u come to ma face with this shit, u wont be long living ur pity is misplaced, u should direct it at ur own face hell bitch ur spaced if u think u can compete cos ma rhymes are complete, the work of a genius u say ur better? u cant be serious Tom The Tall Guy (7:39 PM) : may i just compliment u on some excellent rhyming Abab The China Man (7:41 PM) : indeed, ive been very impressed , i liked i dont need speed cos i gots ma music to get me going, this boat is moving but i aint rowing please son, your weakness is showing, now go home and quit blowing Tom The Tall Guy (7:42 PM) : why thanks hey i gotta band.. just another level that worms cant understand we are the renegades of rock weel sail of, leev u bitchs standin at the dock that bit was rather excellent i think Tom The Tall Guy (7:42 PM) : shall we keep goin or are we done? Abab The China Man (7:43 PM) : dunno, i was workin on summit.. Tom The Tall Guy (7:43 PM) : ok cool Abab The China Man (7:47 PM) : punk punk, get ure ass down the shunkthats all ure good for, unless u become a male whore who goes from dooor to door i used to respect u , when u new ure place ure shitness is showing, and it aint thru haste im gonna make ure face a waste ground ill match u pound for pound, quicker than a cat, ule fall without a sound, just like that or maybe with a ratta tat tat ill dump ure ass in the forth, u aint coming back, thats what u get for u cheek, ill make u suffer for days,and weeks till i kill ya, haha, im a man who always, pays, his debts to anyone who gets up my nose ure story has just closed Tom The Tall Guy (7:53 PM) : hey brother i understand ur jealous, but lets not get over-zealous match me pound for pound? fall without a sound? u gotta be kidding. this is sixteen stones that you'll never be dropping. so keep talking and start walking before i come for ur ass, my legend will never die one day i will make u cry, and hey pigs do fly so watch that sky u got 1 thing right tho, i am quicker than a cat, but ur rhymes they are just flat when its all said it done, itll be you who is crushed shit man im gonna turn u to dust Abab The China Man (8:02 PM) : bring thats shit ya turd legend? dont be absurd pigs do fly tho, ure were correct but in ure case the direction is suspect haza be thy name, being a pussy is thy game vm2 are all the same, babas band wanna bes only the rest of the world clearly sees, if u cant then maybe uve been hitting too much plant my rymes are flat? .. harry wif da hat? now wtf fuck is that? i got sum news for u.. when u go up on stage.. itll be to a resounding booo cos ure shit, and aswell as being fat, ure unfit a legend with bitch tits? maybe i cant take u pound for pound.. but all tubbys must die and that is why, my band dont have to try to pass vm2 by Tom The Tall Guy (8:06 PM) : think what ur saying, take it slow before u open ur mouth u dont wanna get urself in any more trouble ull be seeing double, by the time in thru with ya bitch tits? hell man these pecs could crack nuts and tubby? maybe u didnt realise but im 6'8 and harry with the hat is great one guy does not-a-band-make i mean who the fuck writes songs avout stavie? there is only one place for ur work- the lavi your threats they are empty, just like ur head u dont mean a single thing uv said now if ull excuse me, i gotta lady waiting in ma bed |
| Lines taken exactly from ICQ messenger. |
